The chair's been kicked a rope tied to the rafters blue faced and broken necked I sigh relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare of that hated sun burning the sky slumped like a headless scarecrow cold and limp against the wall blood paints a pattern of rorschach's design thawing the winter that burdens this heart sh** stained and shameful an exit in disgrace not a splash but just a ripple left I end this life in vain in vain in the dead of the darkness I breach the still lake toward the reflection of the moon the night colored liquid arresting my lungs finally at peace in this watery tomb destroy this fragile body to be gorged upon by worms not a splash just a ripple is left in the wake of my merciless scorn beyond those cursed stars above lies the answer that I seek on the backs of bullets rides my name longing to kiss my cheek resentfully decline retire this hated life without guilt I break these veins carved with salvation's knife turn not away avert not your face this is how it was meant to be in silence found hanging there 'bove a pool of waste the beauteous workings of mortality no one can truly touch another parallel never to cross pointless fumbling sad mistake only capable of pain